; ; "Good morning to you, Sir," she said, boldly. Our eyes met, ; and I paused in my progress. Her hair was straggly and her face ; was dirty, but under it all she was a comely lass -- thin, even ; malnourished looking, but there was something attractive to me. ; There was something about the lilt of her voice; she was not a ; local girl.
; ; "Good morning to you, Miss. Are you going far?" I said, ; foolishly.
; ; "As far as need be, Sir, even to London." I knew in an ; instant her circumstance. The war between the American states ; was choking off the supply of cotton. Tens of thousands of ; spinners and weavers, throughout the North, were unemployed. ; Some had family to help. Some went to the poorhouse or sank to ; prostitution. Others, of necessity, took to the road in search ; of work.
; ; "You are looking for work."
; ; "Yes, Sir."
; ; "I cannot offer you employment, but as a Christian, I will ; at least offer you breakfast and a warm fire, to ease your ; journey."
; ; "I would be most grateful, Sir," she replied, and it seemed ; to me she emphasized "most."
; ; "Come along, then. It's not far. My name is James Fairfax, ; Major Fairfax."
; ; "I'm most grateful to you, Major Fairfax, Sir. My name is ; Marie-Cecile Stewart."
; ; I am not a handsome man. My face is scarred, my nose ; broken, my hair graying, and my speech is somewhat impaired, so I ; am not attractive to women. I was wounded out in India, and I ; sold out of the army in '57. Nor am I a wealthy man. I have an ; income, a few pounds annually, which would pay the rent for my ; little cottage and pay Mrs. Trumble, my housekeeper, who came ; with the cottage. I keep no horse. I dress plainly, and ; whatever money is left over I generally squander on books and ; newspapers. White Ladies Bottom is a small village, and I seldom ; attend the local church. Everything considered, it may be the ; only female I have occasion to speak to, for weeks on end, is ; Mrs. Trumble. You will understand, therefore, that I was ; intrigued by this strange young woman who disturbed the routine ; of my retirement.
; ; My home is on the edge of the village, the first cottage one ; comes to, coming down the Nettlebed footpath. Marie-Cecile ; followed me through the low front door. "Back so soon, Captain ; Fairfax?" said Mrs. Trumble.
; ; "Yes, I have brought a guest. Mrs. Trumble, this is Mary."
; ; "Marie-cecile, Sir," she corrected me. "It's all one name."
; ; "Umph," I said, momentarily at a loss. "At any rate, Mrs. ; Trumble, I should be obliged if you would feed this young person ; some breakfast and let her warm herself by the fire. Not just ; porridge, Mrs. Trumble, a real, nourishing breakfast."
; ; Mrs. Trumble said, "Yes, Sir," and led the young woman into ; the kitchen. I retired to the front room, sat by the fire, and ; tried to resume reading a novel, but I could not, for some ; reason, concentrate on it. I kept thinking of that young woman ; in my kitchen. I had never married. I had, of course, in India, ; a concubine. The Hindoos have a real appreciation for the sins ; of the flesh; some of the low-caste women are shameless. Back in ; England, all these years, now, I had been deprived of female ; companionship. The social gulf between myself and the farmers of ; White Ladies Bottom is unbridgeable, and I seldom get into the ; city. Even had I found a suitable wife, I felt I could not ; afford to keep her in the proper style. I confess, thinking ; about the young woman had aroused sexual yearnings that I had ; tried hard to suppress.
; ; It was almost midday, and I had read but a hundred pages, ; when Mrs. Trumble announced that the young lady was ready to ; depart. "Leave us, a moment," I said, as she ushered the woman ; into the room. Marie-cecile had greatly improved in her ; appearance. Her face was clean, her hair combed and pinned up. ; I had meant to give her a shilling and send her on her way, but I ; could not bring myself to give up looking at her. For all that ; she was fully mature, her thinness and frailty gave her a ; childlike appearance. Her small breasts, hardly filling the ; bodice of her simple dress, would not have been out of place on a ; girl of sixteen who had not yet begun her menses, which, as I ; understand, is usually at seventeen or eighteen, in these parts.
; ; I've no idea how long I stared, but at last I said, "Won't ; you sit down, Marie-cecile?" She sat, gracefully, sitting primly ; on the edge of the chair.
; ; "I wish to thank you, Sir, from the bottom of my heart, for ; your charity toward a homeless woman. It may be that you have ; saved my life, for I was chilled through when you found me."
; ; "Umph," I replied.
; ; The wind had picked up, and it dashed rain against the ; window, made the fire flicker in the grate. Our eyes met, her ; blue eyes shamelessly engaging mine. "Captain Fairfax, Sir, ; could I ask you, please, if you might employ me as a domestic ; servant? I would work for food. Mrs. Trumble is getting very ; old. She could use some help."
; ; I looked out at the atrocious weather. "Well," I said, "I ; can hardly turn you out into the rain. You may stay until the ; weather clears. But then, I'm afraid you will have to go."
; ; "Thank you, Sir," she replied. "I will do anything to ; please you." Anything?, I thought.
; ; "Mrs. Trumble," I said, "Marie-cecile will be staying until ; the weather clears. She has offered to be useful. Can you find ; her work to do? I cannot get my tongue around that name. I ; think we shall call her Em-See."
; ; "Very well, Sir," both replied.
; ; Well, I had not noticed how Mrs. Trumble had been aging. ; With MC around the place, it improved visibly. The fireplaces ; were swept out, the furniture dusted, and my clothes, such as ; they were, brushed and pressed, mended and hung neatly.
; ; Come nightfall, it was still raining. Mrs. Trumble came ; into the front room to clear my supper tray. The servants, of ; course, had eaten in the kitchen. "Major Fairfax, Sir," she ; said, "where is MC to sleep? Surely, you don't expect me to ; share my bed, do you?"
; ; "Of course not, Mrs. Trumble. Cannot you fix her a pallet ; in the kitchen, where she can be warm, near the fire?"
; ; "Well, I suppose so," she said. My humble cottage had only ; the two bedrooms, mine and Mrs. Trumble's, and only the two beds.
; ; It was the middle of the night, when I was awakened by the ; sound of my door softly closing. The rain clouds had blown away, ; and moonlight illuminated my room. MC stood there, wearing one ; of my old shirts, which Mrs. Trumble must have given her to sleep ; in. The sight of her, there in the dim light, her hair down, the ; shirt tented by her upstanding little breasts, instantly aroused ; my lust. She came and stood, quite close to me, and said, "The ; rain has stopped, Sir. Does that mean that I must leave, come ; morning?"
; ; "Umph. I suppose . . . " The thought of driving her away ; was depressing.
; ; "If you keep me, I will serve you well, Major, Sir. There ; are many ways I can serve you." She lifted the tail of the ; shirt, revealing more of her lean, thin legs.
; ; "You have no references," I said, stupidly.
; ; "Cannot you judge me by my performance? Do I not work hard? ; As well, I offer you my body, to do with as you will."
; ; "If you have sold your body, why are you here, in White ; Ladies Bottom?"
; ; "Sir, you misjudge me. I have never sold my body. I am not ; a prostitute. I offer myself out of gratitude, and affection, ; Sir. You have been most kind."
; ; "But, surely, you are not a virgin."
; ; "No, I have not been a virgin these past ten years, since I ; was twelve."
; ; "Twelve!" I knew that things like that happened, but they ; are not supposed to happen in civilized, Nineteenth-Century ; England, a Christian nation.
; ; "I have two older brothers. They began to use me when I was ; twelve. No more, of course. One is in the army, the other at ; sea. No man has used my body since I was sixteen."
; ; "And now you offer yourself to me."
; ; "Sir, I feel the time has come, to do this." She pulled the ; shirt up over her head, shamelessly exposing her most private ; parts to my gaze, and she turned back the coverlet of my bed. ; She climbed in beside me and snuggled close. "Oh, Major, Sir, ; this is nice. It's nice to be warm." She reached out and placed ; her hand on my erect organ, stroking it through the cloth of my ; night shirt.
; ; I rolled on my side and ran my hand along her naked body. I ; could feel her ribs, and I made a mental note to fatten her up a ; bit. I had not held a woman in my arms since '57, and I was ; overcome with lust. She kissed me, passionately, and I kissed ; back, relishing feelings I had not felt for years. Then she was ; pulling my nightshirt up and begging me to use her.
; ; I made to put her on her back, to service her in the usual ; way, but she got up on her hands and knees, throwing back the ; bedclothes, and presented her behind to me. I felt the lips of ; her womanly cleft, covered with silky short hairs, and tried to ; insinuate my tumescent organ between them, but without much ; success.
; ; "Wrong hole, Sir," she whispered. She reached back and ; guided the tip of my tool toward the anal orifice. I recoiled.
; ; "Major Fairfax, Sir, why do you hesitate?" she said. "I ; put some butter on it, to make it easier for you."
; ; You must appreciate what a shock this was to me. Buggery, ; sodomy, is a capital crime in the British Army. I had never ; thought of using a woman in such a way.
; ; "Please, Sir," she said. "I want to give myself to you. I ; want to please you."
; ; "Is this how men have used you? They place their organs ; there?" I fingered the buttered orifice.
; ; "Isn't that what all men do? I have known only my brothers, ; and one friend of my father's, but I had supposed that husbands ; and wives couple so. I have seen dogs in the street mount a ; bitch as my brothers mounted me."
; ; "MC," I tried to explain, "that is the wrong hole. Here --" ; I fingered her maidenly cleft, "is where I should plant my seed." ; She was silent for some moments, as I stroked her, as my Hindoo ; concubine had taught me, and felt her nether lips respond and ; dampen.
; ; "Mmmm. That is nice, Sir, but surely, with an organ the ; size of yours, you could never put it inside the hole where I ; make water. It is too small."
; ; "Let me see," I said. I got out of bed and put a log on the ; fire, to take some of the chill off the room. I lighted a candle ; and held it close behind her, as she patiently stayed there on ; the bed, with her rump in the air. With my fingers, I explored ; the cleft, expecting to find, perhaps, an unusually tough ; maidenhead. Gently, I parted the inner lips and peered into the ; pinkness of her sex. To my surprise, I found that, in fact, her ; womanly sheath was very small. I could not insinuate a finger, ; and when I tried, with more force, MC cried out and begged me not ; to hurt her. To a certainty, this woman was a virgin.
; ; I put the candle on the bedside table and tried to think, ; even as I pressed gently between her legs. My manly tool raged ; tall, lusting to be satisfied, but, clearly, there was nothing ; for me to do. Even if my moral sensibilities had not forbidden ; my deflowering an innocent virgin, it was a physical ; impossibility for me to sheath my sword in her minute vagina. ; And yet, the alternative presented to me was, it seemed, equally ; impossible, morally repugnant.
; ; "Sir," she said softly. "I am ready, whenever you are." Her ; delicate fingers tried to guide my organ toward her anal opening. ; May The Almighty forgive me; lust overcame conscience, and I ; thrust against her. After a second's effort, my organ slid into ; her warm back channel. It felt so good! Shamelessly, I thrust ; deep, then partially withdrew, to and fro, revelling in the tight ; warmth of her, and the incredible deliciousness as her muscles ; gripped my shaft. Too soon, I expelled my seed into her.
; ; For a moment, I was overcome with guilt, for I had ravished ; a virgin. And yet, I had not. And there could be no scandal, no ; love child, for, in truth, she was still a virgin! MC thanked ; me for my attentions, thanked me! I put her on her back and ; thanked her as best I could, by performing cunnilingus, another ; secret of the mysterious East.
; ; Needless to say, I did not send MC away. She stayed on, to ; help Mrs. Trumble. It was so nice to have her around the house, ; sometimes singing in that strange north-country accent of hers. ; When Mrs. Trumble sickened, MC was an invaluable nurse. When the ; old woman passed on to her reward, in August, MC was promoted to ; become the new housekeeper, to be paid the same as Mrs. Trumble ; had been. Of course, as head housekeeper, she is entitled to be ; called, "Mrs. Stewart," though she is, in actuality, Miss ; Stewart.
; ; I had not, since that first night, permitted MC in my bed, ; though she was willing enough to come, had I asked. Somehow, ; shame, and the fear of discovery, had held my appetites in check. ; However, as soon as the watchful Mrs. Trumble was in the ; churchyard, Mrs. Stewart and I were overcome by debauchery.
; ; I have become a confirmed sodomite. Several times a week, ; sometimes even in the middle of the day, since no one can ; observe, Mrs. S. will confess to me that she has transgressed. ; Perhaps she has spilled the tea, or dropped a book and lost my ; place, or failed in the performance of one of her usual duties as ; my housekeeper. Well, of course, she must be punished, which she ; implores me to do, that she might be forgiven.
; ; Somehow, in the context of my duty to discipline her, I can ; forget that I commit a mortal sin. It is always the same; she ; has prepared herself by cleansing her bowels and lubricating the ; orifice. She bends over the table, or the arm of my chair, or ; the foot of the bed. I throw her skirts over her head. The ; beautiful globes of her behind are presented to me -- she has ; filled out a bit, with careful feeding -- and I spank them, or ; even cane her, which excites her terribly. Inevitably, as the ; ultimate punishment, I beat her with my meaty club, burying my ; pillar in her forbidden pit, to our mutual relief.
; ; She dares not sleep in the dead woman's room, so she shares ; my bed. Oft times, late at night, or even in the morning, I will ; devote myself to licking her naked body, all over, as if to bathe ; her with my saliva. Her little breasts, still girlish, are a ; perfect mouthful, and, when I lave her lower labia with my ; tongue, the taste of her juices is heavenly to me. She tells me ; I make her utterly content, and I have never been happier, never ; in my lifetime.
; ; I have, from a physician in London, a mahogany case. It ; contains a graduated set of ebony rods, ranging in diameter from ; one eighth inch to an inch and a half. It is a medical ; appliance, specifically manufactured and widely used, I am told, ; to treat conditions such as the vaginal inadequacy of Mrs. ; Stewart.
; ; All day, as she works in the kitchen or garden, my ; housekeeper carries within her, there, between her legs, one of ; the ebony rods, which I personally remove at night and replace in ; the morning. Already, she can contain the seven-eighths inch ; diameter rod, and tomorrow, perhaps, I will try to insert the ; one-inch rod. It will not be long before I will be able to ; couple with her as God intended.
; ; The question is: will I want to? My intellect can ; rationalize our unnatural relationship as long as the natural sex ; act is impossible. Would it be fair to Mrs. S. to use her like a ; common whore? Dare I to expose her to the risk of a scandalous ; pregnancy? I think not. Dare I risk the possibility of her ; marrying one of the young lads she encounters when shopping in ; the village? I think not.
; ; I think that, perhaps, tomorrow, I will "forget" to insert ; any ebony rod at all. May God forgive me. ; ;